Her scent was ambrosia on his lips,
swimming within oceans
hearing the waters calling.

Waves gently lapped upon features.
As the ripples settled, he could taste
the essence of her, drowning in pleasure.

Let me do my work each day;
and if the darkened hours
of despair overcome me, may I
not forget the strength
that comforted me in the
desolation of other times. May I
still remember the bright
hours that found me walking
over the silent hills of my
childhood, or dreaming on the
margin of the quiet river,
when a light glowed within me,
and I promised my early God
to have courage amid the
tempests of the changing years.
Spare me the bitterness
and from sharp passions of
unguarded moments. May
I not forget that poverty and
riches are of the spirit.
Though the world may know me not,
may my thoughts and actions
be such as shall keep me friendly
with myself. Lift my eyes
from the earth, and let me not
forget the uses of the stars.
Forbid that I should judge others
lest I condemn myself.
Let me not follow the clamor of
the world, but walk calmly
in my path. Give me a few friends
who will love me for what
I am; and keep ever burning
before my vagrant steps
the kindly light of hope. And
though age and infirmity overtake
me, and I come not within
sight of the castle of my dreams,
teach me still to be thankful
for life, and for time's olden
memories that are good and
sweet; and may the evening's
twilight find me gentle still.

'Heres to all the spoons with holes in them...
To picking out your own switch.
'Heres to leather belts with holes in them...
To sleeping out in a ditch.
'Heres to those of us with holes in them...
To keeping far from the witch.
'Heres to mothers with holes in them...
To striking a hopeless snitch.

Sitting alone,
Gathering the stars!
Just the thought of you,
Fades away my scars!

One by one,
As the leaves of autumn fell,
Stories of you, to everyone I tell!

They wonder why you don't love me,
But little do they know,
That not every river is loved by the sea!

Like how the pond is left by the dove,
I will always miss you, my love .

You made me the pearl,
The one I was meant to become !
I thought I was just a drop,
And nothing more to overcome !

But don't forget,
That I'm a part of you!
Just like the remains of sand in the water,
Is how I will be with you!

You might not need me,
You may never become mine!
But you're the crystal,
And I'm your shine!

My thoughts is a dark room
And I am trapped inside
Together with our memories
The happy ones, unfortunately
each is a reminder
despite the pain,
feeling used and abused,
and your care was just a ruse,
that you were important to me

Alone, cold, and afraid
Running in circles
Might as well give up and give in, be hurt
I am used to it anyway
Embracing the ghost of us,
could unburden my soul
maybe escaping is futile
as memories are always there
just a matter of finding peace within